The Path of Least Resistance

Thought I'd escaped

should've known that there was no running away

Blinded by pain

'cause sometimes, that one time is more than you can take

Riding on Cloud 9

Forecast: WARNING

Storm: Rolling

should've seen the signs

How can I be surprised

when everyone but me knew,

it would be my demise

How am I supposed to pretend that everything is fine

tired of living my life spewing out lies or

quiet as a mime

I'm sick of living life by the skin of my teeth,

wary of letting anyone in, afraid of what they might see

as sharp and as prickly as a cactus' spines,

living like I'm running out of time

Yeah, I'm sick and I'm tired of being on edge

too close to falling over the ledge or

hiding from the monsters that live under my bed or

heart racing at every creak of the door or

tiptoeing 'round the eggshells scattered across the wooden floor

Taught me that when it hurts too much to just let go

carefree and numb

blissful and ignorant

Call me Natalie Jane,

i got the Novocaine

and yet I can't say goodbye

being carefree ain't as easy as it seems

tried my hardest, now I'm splitting at the seams

I'm being pulled in two different directions

two evils vying for my attention

one may be better than the other

but I say they're equal

demons back for round two

yeah, you're the sequel

Falling apart, fraying at the seams, and all these cracks lead back to me

Connect the dots and what do you see?

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All the problems lead back to me.